Riley Mistwood

Riley Mistwood Poems

Upon her work table there is a box

wiith needles and thread and a rusty lock
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Cold hands grab me from bellow

pulling, clawing, tearing at my soul.
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3.

Upon this mound of books I stand.

A Queen of the grandest land.
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4.

He roams the earth by moons pale light

A hunter in the dark of night
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For my dearest Valentine

To you I give this heart of mine.
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Here comes the tiny painter

the buckets in her hand.
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7.

The icy water is at my back,

there are Lillies in my hair.
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8.

Where your footsteps tread

poison spews from your mouth
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9.

Cauldron's boiling
Fire's burning
Smoke is slowly twisting, turning
A pinch of this, a dash of that
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The Best Poem Of Riley Mistwood

Seamstress

Upon her work table there is a box

wiith needles and thread and a rusty lock

Remembering the conversations they have had

the hurtful words that stung so bad

The broken heart and fractured mind

all those words had left behind

She starts to work so feverishly

upon her brand new masterpiece

Her fingers moving nimbly

the thread picked out so carefully

Oh the horrible words that have been said

so through his mouth she pulls her thread

She sews his mouth up nice and tight

remembering those dreadful nights

Forever silenced he shall be

Her masterpiece of broken dreams

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